The Book Theif {Charade::Blitz!}
Jan 4, 2015 5:27:35 GMT -5
Post by ali on Jan 4, 2015 5:27:35 GMT -5
I let out a heavy, unwanted sigh as I weave my way through town on a particularly cold winter day. The air is dry and is causing my hair to grow, frizz expanding into more frizz, making me look as if I have just gotten out of bed. The cold affects me too, causing my pale skin to become blotchy with reddish-pink patches all across my face and hands; my nose turns tomato red in the fresh, cool dry air.
I run my hand through my mop of 'hair' as I pause to cross the street. It's quiet out and there is barely another soul on the street, let alone the road but I pause out of habit. Once I am sure the road is clear, I begin my crossing; my satchel swinging against my side as I walk lazily across the road and towards home.
I run my hand through my mop of 'hair' as I pause to cross the street. It's quiet out and there is barely another soul on the street, let alone the road but I pause out of habit. Once I am sure the road is clear, I begin my crossing; my satchel swinging against my side as I walk lazily across the road and towards home.
